The False One eBook

Sce. I do, when she is a goddess.
Thou melter of strong minds, dar’st thou presume
To smother all his triumphs, with thy vanities,
And tye him like a slave, to thy proud beauties?
To thy imperious looks? that Kings have follow’d
Proud of their chains? have waited on? I shame
Sir. [Exit.

Cleo. Swear to me,
And by your self (for I hold that oath
sacred)
You will right me as a Queen—­

Caesar. These lips be witness,
And if I break that oath—­

Cleo. You make me blush Sir,
And in that blush interpret me.

Caesar. I will do,
Come let’s go in, and blush again:
this one word,
You shall believe.

Cleo. I must, you are a conquerour.
[Exeunt.

ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA.

Enter Ptolomy, Photinus.

Pho. Good Sir, but hear.

Ptol. No more, you have undone
me,
That, that I hourly fear’d, is fain
upon me,
And heavily, and deadly.

Pho. Hear a remedy.

Ptol. A remedy now the disease
is ulcerous? And has infected all? your secure
negligence Has broke through all the hopes I have,
and ruin’d me: My Sister is with Caesar,
in his chamber, All night she has been with him;
and no doubt Much to her honour.

Pho. Would that were the worst,
Sir,
That will repair it self: but I fear
mainly,
She has made her peace with Caesar.

Ptol. ’Tis most likely,
And what am I then?

Pho. ’Plague upon that RascalApollod[or]us, under whose command,
Under whose eye—­

Enter Achillas.

Ptol. Curse on you all, ye are
wretches.

Pho. ’Twas providently done,
Achillas.

Achil. Pardon me.

Pho. Your guards were rarely wise,
and wondrous watchfull.

Achil. I could not help it, if
my life had lain for’t, Alas, who would suspect
a pack of bedding, Or a small Truss of houshold
furniture? And as they said, for Caesars use:
or who durst (Being for his private chamber) seek
to stop it? I was abus’d.